This past week, Golden Village rippled with excitement as residents prepared for the resort’s premier artistic events: the art show and the dog parade.
I spent most of Friday getting ready for the art show. Such a chore - it is my least favourite part of painting. Painting into mat, mat into frame, photograph taken, matted painting removed from frame, glass polished, glass inserted, matted painting inserted, backing put onto painting, clips down. All followed, too many times, by the realization that the painting is not signed. So.....clips up and start again. Arrggghhhh!
Saturday morning, I proudly accepted many compliments on my paintings, one of which sold at the show and there's a potential buyer for another four (the ones with flowers in pots). Several people approached me about the possibility of painting lessons (me giving them, not recommending I get some). Flattery - I love it!
Dog parading, I have now learned, is an extremely competitive event and, seemingly, an art form on its own. With the route passing directly in front of my motorhome, I could not help but notice an unusually high rate of dog-walking at 2 pm Friday, precisely 24 hours before parade time. Practicing for a dog parade? Good grief! Those must be the owners who take seriously the notion that it is not a coincidence that dog spelled backwards is You-Know-Who.
Saturday afternoon sharp on 2 pm, Happy Hour celebrants cheered as the parade passed on one street and then dashed to the next street for more laughter and photo ops. I was happy to learn that I wasn't alone in laughing at (and in some cases with), the proud owners who boldly strutted their custumed canines behind a uniformed, high-stepping, baton-twirling parade master.
The parade was followed by a talent contest and there were plenty of prizes; best dressed dog, best dog/owner costume coordination, most talented and Miss/Mr Congeniality to name a few. All entrants received "goodie bags" so no dog went home unrewarded. The announcement that this year's best-dressed winner was collecting her third consecutive blue ribbon immediately sparked calls for an inquiry into the judging.
My vote for most creative costume coordination went to Tex whose half-black, half-white face was matched by his owner's Phantom of the Opera Mask.
Best in the show, in this observer's humble opinion, was the pink balloon poodle on the end of a stick. No fuss, no muss, no poop to scoop.
As the sun slid over the western horizon, Golden Village continued to rock with post parade Happy Hours!
Originally created chronicle the excellent adventure of a year off from work; this blog is again being called into service as I plot the great California get-away of 2011.
I spent most of Friday getting ready for the art show. Such a chore - it is my least favourite part of painting. Painting into mat, mat into frame, photograph taken, matted painting removed from frame, glass polished, glass inserted, matted painting inserted, backing put onto painting, clips down. All followed, too many times, by the realization that the painting is not signed. So.....clips up and start again. Arrggghhhh!
Saturday morning, I proudly accepted many compliments on my paintings, one of which sold at the show and there's a potential buyer for another four (the ones with flowers in pots). Several people approached me about the possibility of painting lessons (me giving them, not recommending I get some). Flattery - I love it!
Saturday afternoon sharp on 2 pm, Happy Hour celebrants cheered as the parade passed on one street and then dashed to the next street for more laughter and photo ops. I was happy to learn that I wasn't alone in laughing at (and in some cases with), the proud owners who boldly strutted their custumed canines behind a uniformed, high-stepping, baton-twirling parade master.
The parade was followed by a talent contest and there were plenty of prizes; best dressed dog, best dog/owner costume coordination, most talented and Miss/Mr Congeniality to name a few. All entrants received "goodie bags" so no dog went home unrewarded. The announcement that this year's best-dressed winner was collecting her third consecutive blue ribbon immediately sparked calls for an inquiry into the judging.
My vote for most creative costume coordination went to Tex whose half-black, half-white face was matched by his owner's Phantom of the Opera Mask. 
Best in the show, in this observer's humble opinion, was the pink balloon poodle on the end of a stick. No fuss, no muss, no poop to scoop.
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Haha, the balloon poodle is hilarious! I would've died laughing at the entire event, I think. Much to the disgust of the serious participants.
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ReplyDeleteYou are living large, my friend. La vida loca!!
Did they have a pooper scooper for the parade?